DANCING IN THE THE STREET
Walking towards down Queen StreeTowards Meeting street
Appropriate , that four roads meet up
Saw a woman dancing
By her self , alone
Now such a sight seen
Natural thinking comes
To mind
Must be on the happy juice
Maybe smoking wacky backer
As it emerged , neither applyde
Just high on life
It had just gone midday
When I spotted her dancing
I stopde to watch her dancing
To music from a market stall
She was right in to the swing
The beat
She saw me watching , she smiled
I smiled back
We got to talking
She explained she was attempting to
Interpreting the music
I asked her where she was from
'' South Africa '' , '' lived hear ten years ''
'' Africa '' , '' the continent of song and dance ''
Said I
We talked of books , I told her I wrote poetry
I said '' I'd probably write one of us meting ''
Well I am doing that right now
I asked her name '' Rita '' , '' my names Ken ''
Rita , misheard me , and thought I'd said Kevan
I smiled '' no my names Ken ''
Rita , had read the book , I'd seen the film
She , Rita , talk of educastan back in South Africa , Rita had
Matriculated , did well by her account , lernt needle , she like
Needle , she like gardening , she loved that , and cooking to
A woman of educastan and multi-skilled as well!
She look thoughtful
'' We had a friend , Calder , Ken , he died the other week ''
She was marred , I lernt from that part of our conversation
Then she invited be to dance with her , Rita , showed some steps
I had a go , a woman across the way watched us and smiled
I did me best , but was I floundering!
Explained I was local , '' so genetically , D N A , challenged
When I came to dancing in any forms of the art ''
I let her dance , wonderful to enjoy , from an on lookers eye point of view
Keep an eye on her shopping , Rita , had put on a bench
Well hear , if it is not nailed down , it would be nicked!
Even then the nails , probably be swiped and all!
Sadly , I could not stay , I wished her well , kissed her hand
And so we parted , no longer strangers , friends well met
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-04-26 at 11:16
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